Page 94 of Wilderness Daddy

“Fuck me, Wilderness Man.”

Landon’s eyes flash heat and for a quick second I think I might be in trouble, but then his mouth crushes mine. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, gripping him tightly. He adjusts his hands, one splayed on my ass, the other on my back now. They grip me tight. His thorough kiss makes me dizzy and I’m whirling when his lips move to my ear.

“That naughty mouth needs to be gagged.”

I whimper, my lip trembling at his words. I want his cock in my mouth. I want his cock inside me. I want him in any way he’ll give.

“Oh, really? With what?” I’m baiting him and we both know it. I need him in charge, but not in the caring way he’s been. I need him rough, roguish—wild. I need him to stop treating me like a broken doll. And dammit, he knows it.

“Who’s in charge, hmm?” He walks me back to the bed, setting me on my feet.

“You, Daddy.”

“That’s right.” He nods his chin at me. “Get those clothes off. Now.” With his eyes flaring intensity and his mouth curved down sternly, I’m suddenly weak-kneed. My core spasms with need and electric tingles travel across my hot skin.

I’m only wearing his tee but I’m swimming in it. Smiling, I say, “This?” And pluck at the collar hanging off my shoulder. “It can barely be considered clothing, Daddy.”

“Do I have to repeat myself?” His voice is gruff, hinting at his impatience and it makes my belly flutter. I grin. God, I want to push him. I’ve been coddled too long, my energy pent up.

“Make me,” I goad.

He chuckles but it’s so dark, it makes my belly quiver and my clit throb.

Once again he spins me, but this time he shoves me forward so my hands catch the mattress. He tosses the shirt up and swats the skin of my thigh with his palm. I sigh, exhaling in pleasure at his touch. When his hand brands me again, it’s hard, punishing, and sharp. I gasp, but shiver inside as the burn ignites like a flare on my sensitive skin.

He growls. “Cheeky little Kari, you’re going to regret that.” He slaps my other thigh before yanking down my panties so fast they tear. “Spread your legs.” He smacks the inner part of my thigh, opening me until I am exactly how he wants me. The air from his swift movement caresses my wet, swollen pussy and I bite my lip to keep my needy groans at bay.

Landon’s left palm is centered in my lower back putting just enough pressure on me so I know not to move. I wouldn’t dare right now. Not even if the cabin caught on fire or a grizzly busted through the wall.

“I think you’ve been begging for my belt, girl.”

I close my eyes as I hear the buckle clink and the leather swish through the loops. “This what you want, brat?”

My mind is sluggish with desire so I can’t answer and he grabs my ass and squeezes hard enough to make me gasp. I hang my head, panting as he fiddles with the belt behind me.

“Yes!” I answer swiftly as the belt swishes and lands in a sharp crack off my ass. I hiss and reach back. My skin buzzes with warmth and my middle hums with want. He grabs my hand and roughly pushes it away.

“I think a few stripes on your ass will tame you.” He leans across me, his hard bulge pressing against my freshly lashed ass. I moan and wiggle against his hard cock. “Then, depending on how quiet you are, I’ll decide where to put my cock.” His hand wraps around my middle and reaches between my legs to grab my mound.

“Do I plug the leak or gag that bratty mouth, princess?”

I bite my lip and whimper as he rises, taking the warmth of his hand with him and pulling my hips back. I turn my head to look and he clears his throat. “Eyes forward.” The belt is wrapped around his hand and his arm is poised and ready.

A stinging stripe lands across the fullest part of my ass and I hop a little to ease the burn. “Gah!”

“That’s one, baby.”

“Yes, Daddy!” My words trail on a whine as I wait for the next. I feel a rush of air milliseconds before it lands and call out again, louder this time.

“Two, Daddy!”

“That’s right, baby, feel me.” He moves to grind his cock against my ass. “Daddy wants you so bad, but first you need a lesson.”

I count out another that lands lower, making me squeal first. My legs tremble. “Three, Daddy!”

“Two more, baby. They ought to take the edge off.”

I nod, unable to verbally respond. The belt sears, loud and sharp, across my ass and I inhale swiftly, bouncing on my toes. My torso falls to the mattress and I bury my face when the belt lands again and then quickly drops with a clunk onto the hardwood floor.

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